Likes:Playing with socks, staying around her mama!Pet-Peeves:Kids pulling her tail - as she got older, she didn't like the other dogs wanting to play with herFavorite Toy:SocksFavorite Food:Ice Cream, treats (when she was little - I fed her Hershey's Kisses - oops!)Favorite Walk:To the back door.Arrival Story:My daughter wanted a puppy so I went and bought her at a store on my lunch hour. After work, we were under tornado warnings so I ran to the store, ran in and they gave me the dog. It took me a while to realize that instead of the male I bought, they gave me a female. By that time, we had fallen in love so we kept her - what an absolutely wonderful dog she was. It's funny how things work isn't it?Bio:These pictures are the last ones we have of Tequila. We had to have her put down on this day. She's pictured with my oldest child saying their good-byes - a very sad moment!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!The Groups I'm In:♥ Golden Angelz ♥, ♥Pray for Tifanny♥, 'Spaniels Speak, **Animal Luvers**, *Lone Star Dogs*, *~BrIdGe DoGgIeS~*, Alpha Canine Sorority, Furry Short Stories, Texans Agains BSLThe Last Forum I Posted In:Poem for dogs at the Bridge or before they go

A Dog's Plea

I sent this Poem my human mom's way not long after I crossed over. She just found it and wants to share it with everyone. Just to warn you, you'll need tissues by the end of it - at least that's what happens to her everytime she reads it. OK so here it goes:

A Dog's Plea

Treat me kindly, my beloved friend, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.

Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me learn.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.

Please take me inside when it is cold and wet for I am a domesticated animal, no longer accustomed to bitter elements. I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.

Feed me clean food that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.

And, my friend, when I am very old, and I no longer enjoy good health, hearing and sight, do not make heroic efforts to keep me going. I am not having any fun. Please see that my trusting life is taken gently. I shall leave this earth knowing with the last breath I draw that my fate was always safest in your hands.

Author Unknown

So for any of you that are suffering with a recent loss of your furbaby, just remember this poem and it will help you like it does my mom.

P.S. Please keep her in your thoughts because even though it's been 3 years, she still cries for me (I can see her from the bridge). Just know, that she prays for all of ya'll that take care of their furbabies like she does hers.